Due to poor planning, I had to walk a half mile or so to my motorcycle tonight before going home. Not a big deal, but it was after midnight, I was tired, and still had a few things to do. Helmet in hand, I started walking down the sidewalk towards the bike.
A thought struck me: this could be the last time I ever walk. Motorcycles are a lot safer than most people think, but people do get paralyzed on them sometimes.
You never see it coming. You wake up, you think about unimportant things like breakfast cereal, and that night you're in the hospital, wondering if you're going to walk again. That's how it happens in real life.
As I walked, I thought about how good it felt to be walking. It's pretty amazing just to have the human ability to balance on two legs. And then there's the breeze, the sound of my rubber soles scraping against the concrete, the illuminated houses passing by. It felt great to move my legs with such precision and ease.
I got on my bike and drove really carefully. I thought about how it could be the last time I ever ride a bike. When I first started riding, every trip was the most fun thing I could possibly imagine. Now it's a chore and I'd take Uber everywhere if I could afford it. But tonight I enjoyed the ride. It could be my last, after all.
Photo is someone doing the bungie jump in Macau. I'm heading nearby to HK in a couple weeks!
I just recorded Superhuman By Habit as well as my upcoming book on audio! Book is ready to go... just have to make the cover and do some groundwork for promotion.
Nice. I love those kinds of moments of awareness and appreciation, and I always wonder afterward, "Why don't I do this more often?" It's such an easy thing to do, but somehow it's an even easier thing to forget to do. I've had some degree of success with getting myself to experience this kind of thing more often by using randomized reminders on my phone, but there's probably a better way to go about making it into a lasting habit. Any ideas?
Around ten years ago, a friend of mine bet me that he could run a mile faster than I could. We each had a month or two to train, and then we met at the high school track near my old house. He ran first, and did the mile in seven and a half minutes. That was actually faster than I'd run a mile before.
What would my strategy be? Well, the oval track was a fourth of a mile long. I figured that I'd run my usual pace for the first three laps, and then for that last lap, I would just murder myself on the pavement. May as will give it everything I've got, since there's nothing after the finish line.
When I hit he finish line, I had to grab the bleachers to avoid falling down. My legs were shaking, my head was pounding, and I was gasping for breath. I had won, running a 6:59, my fastest mile ever.
A few nights ago it was eleven pm, and my non-negotiable computer-off time of midnight was drawing close. I'd had an amazingly productive day, and the thought crossed my mind that I'd already gotten enough done during the day, and could afford to take a break for the last hour.
My first triathlon this year!
Just over a month ago now, and supposedly 9 weeks into the Olympic Distance Training Program on trinewbies. Training has been spotty up to this point, but I felt comfortable enough entering this triathlon, though I had no great expectations for performance improvement over last year.
Tri For Fun really lives up to its name, but this year added a level of competition by introducing optional timing chips. There were approximately 850 starters, but only 220 of us chose to wear the chips. You have to get to Shadowcliffs Park quite early to get a comfortable place in transition and to get bodymarked before the 7 am kick off, but as a 50+ yr old woman, I get to start in the final wave with the kids, the disabled, those using flotation devices and couples who want to hold hands. Also competing and starting in the same wave were my partner-in-tri-crime, Norma (chipless), and husband, Philip, who was testing his injured shoulder.
As the gun went off for the first wave, Norma and I got in the water to warm up, you could swim in the roped off beach section of the lake. As a very weak swimmer, I did not actually warm up as much as maybe I should have done, I mostly lolled around chatting to other old women waiting for the last wave. Well over half the field were wearing wetsuits but the water was plenty warm enough to go without, good job really because I don't have a wetsuit! Norma and Philip do, but they both chose not to wear them.
The Swim Our time came around, and we were counted into the staging area into the lake proper. I began to get a little nervous but I am a better swimmer than last year and wanted to get a better start and just get on with it. I was still really tentative and got in quite gingerly. It's a simple course, swim out 75'ish yds to the first buoy, 250'ish yds along the lake to the next buoy, then 75'ish yds back to shore, and it was fine. I was as slow as ever, but I was steady and comfortable. It was a bit crowded going round the buoys and then I got tangled up with another swimmer for the 3rd quarter of the swim, but I realised I couldn't "let her go" and had to push past her. I had no idea how I was doing for time because I didn't know what time we started in the end, but I was very happy getting out of the water. I didn't have water in my ears making me giddy, I'd been breathing in a very relaxed fashion and felt great about the prospect of getting on the bike.